Wrath of the Righteous

Baldwins journal #2

It seams Horgus Gwerms noise has attracted a Huecuva who wears the garb of Tourag further proof of the crusaders wrongful beliefs Horgus seams to have come to terms with the situation and has sworn in the name of Iomedae there will be no more childish outbursts that endanger the lives of us all I can only hope he keeps his word. After wandering around a bit we’ve come across some Mongrelmen who seam to be like a chimera of humanoid races we helped them save of of there fellows who was stuck under a large pile of rubble thankful they now lead us to their city a small place but safe enough for now they all seam to fear us due to harsh treatment and exile from the crusaders above. The chief of the Mongrelmen has asked us to deal with some traitors who bar the way to the surface we agree as we cut our way through a horde of cultists one struck me with a great blow the likes of witch i haven’t felt since that dark day long ago when i was 4 the leader look to have ben in the middle of a ahem booty call we struck her down with ease and uncovered a dragon esque horde of items including a holy weapon of some local hero it look to tun into a warhammer in my hands and no one else strange I’m somewhat concerned about the psychotic zeal in witch Salome wants to cut down everything and everyone its little different than how demons act will need to work on that later. We now have the leader as a prisoner as we head into the city perhaps later when we have time and she comes to i can work on showing her the right path. By the LIGHT as if we don’t have enough problems already Salome seams intent to draw every demon in the bloody city onto us at once is she trying to get us all killed i thought our troubles where over but no we now face 3 fierce demons at once luckily i know all about them and we dispatched them with only minor injury toFerren O’Cyrus everything seams to go for him so far Ive yet to see any sign of life in this ransacked city I can only hope Samuel L. Johnson is still alive and helping out whatever few people are still alive.

Fall of Kenebras

Today is the festival, a good thing to have. Crusaders in the town have had a low morale for some time and perhaps this will do them some good; the gods know that it will be good for me. ([if canonical] Perhaps I will spend some time with my old friend Gug)

The Storm King has triumphed over Kenebras’ guardian and the city has been ruined. I have finally lost everything I have held dear. The earth has opened and I have been plunged into it along with some others. With Terendelev’s final magical gift, our lives have been spared but we have been trapped in a dark cave. I grieve for the loss of my home but I must remain strong for there are others in here with me I must help.

As we press foward, I learned a bit about my fellow survivors. The following can not fight, one is a wounded warrior, another a blinded caster and another a merchant. The rest are able bodied warriors: a Trox named Gug ({if canon] my old friend); Coulsan, a summoner who I am sure is conserving his mighty summons; a bowman by the name of Ferren; a fiend-blooded crusader called Salome and a paladin known as Baldwin. The crusader and the paladin are far too zealous in their actions. The latter however critizes my home for having a holy festival and for being racist against Tieflings. If he only understood the stirfe and suffering of constantly living near the Worldwound, next to beings who would not only kill us but corrupt and destroy our very souls. It is best that I remain calm, I would not want to put stress upon the group.

We continue advance through the dark. When we escape this cave, I will avenge Kenebras and her people, i will avenge my home.

My dear friends in Magnimar have said it was time for me to finally return to my homeland and that the fury of Ragathiel’s righteous zeal will guide me along any adversity I will face. I decided to make my way to Kenebras to enjoy the festival from the comfort of the shadows. Events, however, would conspire against me. Khorramzadeh, the Storm King and an army of his abyssal hordes destroyed the city and destroyed the guardian, Terendelev, plunging us into the depths below.

There I met up with a group of others, an eclectic group. I did not have much time to learn about them, because my fury had me focused on escaping the caves. There were a few who looked on me in disdain. One was a large beast, whose helpful actions showed his true nature. The final of our impromptu crew intrigued me the most. He wore the vestments of a holy warrior, yet his blatant disdain for the customs of the land baffle me. Is this how things work around here now, that a paladin can question authority so and not be punished for his actions.

I know my place in this world, and I accept it. I need not some knight to defend my honor. It is by my own blade that I defend others, for I am not one one who deserves pity.

Baldwins journal

After many months travel I’ve finally arrived at the worldwound with the Chelish lands long behind me and my hellknight pursuers long lost we arrive in Kenabres.While most of the other chose to stay behind in Andoran or the river kingdoms with most of my wealth Ive left them to live on. Samuel seams intent to follow me to the end regardless of the dangers of the worldwound. This city I’ve never seen so much hatred for anything outside of Cheliax they way they look at the Tieflings with such judgmental eyes its almost a miracle they haven’t driven then all to the demons side with such harsh treatment. This party is causing the people to lower there guards considerably don’t they look at the histories its times such as this when attacks happen well at lest i know Samuel will be ready to take up arms by my side should the worst happen.

Chaos in the streets fire everywhere screams the city is under attack by the demons with what appears to be the storm “king” at its head the silver dragon that defends the city is in combat with it …. No the dragon has fallen and the ground crumbles beneath our feet darkness it would appear the dragon has used its last breath to save myself and a few others some sort of caster Aravashnial and a fighter of sorts Anevia Tirablade and a merchant Horgus Gwerm as well as a few others who seem more durable Samuel is nowhere to be found i can only hope he is alright but its best to see to the others for now. This merchant Horgus seams like hes going to be a bit of work as he refuses to even arm himself for defense even the injured members are ready to fight should the need arrive he has promised us each gold for his safe return thanks to my quick thinking and diplomacy to calm him down where all going to need to work together to make it out of this alive. These caves are crawling with vermin it would seam someone camped here recently ugh this Gug fellow seams to have a hard time following plans and has gotten himself some illness.Horgus is acting worse than a child and antagonizing Anevia whose leg is broken as if shes some burden he must think money can solve all his problems and make him immune to repercussions. Now that Ive ben forced to calm him down a second time so he quits acting stupid however it look like all the noise he made has attracted something Ill be sure to give him a stern talking to after this is over.

The adventure log is where you list the sessions and adventures your party has been on, but for now, we suggest doing a very light “story so far” post. Just give a brief overview of what the party has done up to this point. After each future session, create a new post detailing that night’s adventures.

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